Eulogy to Halfcat

Half a cat is what I glimpsed one fateful winter morn

Squarely struck by a semi truck, its body had been torn

The lower half I did not see, tumbling far behind

The upper half did snap and snarl, having lost its mind

Instinct told this half-a-cat to attack the source of pain

But agony beyond the pale had driven it insane

Like a feline ouroboros, it consumed its own entrails

Intestines dangling, from the vehicular mangling, that half-a-cat entails 

Body rended, ninth life ended, Halfcat is no more

Relegated, maybe fated, to a blur of chrome and gore

Fast and heavy, ford and chevy, asphalt and cement

In a hurry, no time for furry critters, I lament

Nobody will bury you, and only I will mourn

This world’s too big, too cold and hard for the small, the soft and warm

Rest in pieces, Halfcat, for there are precisely two

The angels have their work cut out, reassembling you